“When will he be back?” Claire asked.
“A few days,” Lucille said again, rolling her eyes.
“Thanks for the update, Mother,” I said.
She went back into the house without responding.
I turned and looked back at Claire, who had a small smile on her lips, her eyebrows raised. I had to admit that I was impressed by how quickly she had thought on her feet.
“Just tonight,” I said finally. “And under one condition.”
“What’s your condition?”
“I pick out what you wear.”
She blushed deeply. “No way.”
“You want to go out? That’s your choice.”
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Yes, I can. Your father told me to protect you by any means necessary. That includes locking you away in your room for your own good.”
She seemed ready to argue more, but suddenly the fight left her and she sighed. “Fine. You can pick it out.”
“Good girl. You won’t regret it, sis.”
She gave me a look that was all fucking lust before putting her sunglasses on and looking back out at the pool.
I stared at her, my dick already hard, as she did a small spin for me.
“Perfect.”
“No way I’m going out in this.”
“You look like fucking sex, princess. I’ll have my work cut out for me.”
“Stop calling me that,” she mumbled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
It hadn’t been a difficult choice to make once I’d started looking through her clothes. I had found the tightest, most revealing dress I could find, this form-fitting black thing that showed ample back and cleavage. She was practically shoved into it, her tits barely held back by the cloth and whatever else she had to use. I finished it off with a pair of heels that made her ass look like fucking fire.
I wanted to tear it off her. She was clearly uncomfortable in it, and she probably bought the dress never imagining she’d really wear it, but I wanted to parade her around the club in it, get men staring at her perfect tits, and know that she wouldn’t fuck a single one of them. I knew that in the end, she’d give herself to me.
It was just a bonus that I got to see her so totally embarrassed and awkward. I wanted to humiliate her, but only enough to make her soaking wet and desperate for my cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.
“You’re going to make every dick hard in that club.”
“Yeah, right. I look like a hooker.”
“An expensive hooker.”
“I look like I suck fat guys off under a bridge.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No, sis. You look like you fuck for millions. Like your pussy is worth your weight in gold.”
“Still like a hooker, though.”
“Maybe,” I said, putting my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She practically fell into my arms, not used to the heels. “But I’m already fucking hard. We can break our deal and stay in if you promise to suck my cock nice and long.”
“No way,” she said, pushing away from me.
“Your loss.”
“Doubtful.”
Just then, her phone began to ring. She answered it and then hung up after a second.
“Lydie is downstairs.”
“After you.”
I grinned to myself as she teetered downstairs like a baby giraffe finally learning to walk.
“Why do you even own those if you can’t walk in them?” I asked.
“Because they’re cute. But I never wear them.”
“Obviously.”
She gave me a dirty look and nearly fell down the steps. I caught her by the wrist and held her steady.
“Careful,” I said. “Seriously.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, and began to walk down the steps more carefully.
“Never liked heels,” she grumbled as we finally got downstairs.
“Your ass looks incredible, though.”
She blushed and looked away as she pulled open the door. Lydie was standing there, looking every bit the prostitute, and she squealed with delight when she saw Claire. Apparently she was excited that she wasn’t the only one looking like a high-class hoe.
“Holy fucking shit, bitch!”
“I know. I feel so stupid.”
“You look hot as fuck. Are you kidding me? I’m practically dripping wet just looking at you.” She glanced at me. “And are you our chaperone for tonight?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. Always nice to have a man around to scare off the weaklings.”
I laughed as we all walked into the kitchen.
“Seriously, Claire, you look amazing. If you don’t get at least four guys trying to fuck you tonight, I’ll castrate myself. Seriously.”